Thugged Out

(альбом: T.I.P. - 2005)

[Intro]
Man, niggas be getting tha wrong impression of these niggas down here in Cashville
They thank it's country musik mayne, mothafuckas got money mayne!
Niggas is killing, niggas is slanging they shit..
Niggas is livin, they getting it how they live
I represented it nigga (Wha.. Fuck these niggas)

[Verse 1 Young Buck]
I'ma born villain, ghetto hero to lil' children
I'm still living, still robbing niggas like gimicks
White folks feel dat I belong in prison
We got 10 killings and still can't get in
I stay un-identified, but niggas betta listin
I'm on a mission, just me and my ammunition
When 2 clips take together, bust and dip 'em
I know my nigga D-Tay, yeah he gon' stick 'em (Wha, Wha?!)
Guerilla, under-aged killa like myself
Fearing nothing, no head bussing not even being dead
Murda Squad is here, you smell tha fury from tha gun smoke
Empty my weapon and then it's covered by a trench coat
And when tha smoke clears, guess wha? I'm still here
Late in the dark, prepared fo' tha next year
Look wha The Game created, a 6 foot murda man, hair braided un-educated

[Chorus Buck w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
See we thugged out, busy bobbing wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill
'Cause we thugged out, dat why niggas busy bobbing wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from Cashville! (Wha, Wha?)
Come down here I betchu'll say dat's real, and niggas will kill

[Verse 2 Young Buck]
The average thug nigga somehow drug dealing
Wether he slang packs or gats, it's all 'bout skrilla
We un-load straps, and shootcha down like Reggie Miller
While othas take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no weed or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? It's fucking teams of Mob bigga
Respect game and game don't respect you
Gon' be out here nigga, you got a nine? Get a Tec too!
Bitches will check you, or make ya thank a nigga ain't?
Plus you got bank too, a nigga waiting fo' ya rank, off tha dank
Butchu don't feel like you loafing
Crystal, you drank and thank a nigga ain't scoping
Yeah, you tell world you work hard fo' these tokens
Get a fucking strap and keep ya wallet wide open
My nigga look, life means nothing when ya positive bound
Been listin when ya body going deep in tha ground

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 Young Buck]
What does my phuture behold, will I have sutting to fold
Tell tha world bout these murdas, and hope they go gold
I'm getting known, so wha happens needs to happen here qwick
6 trying and 6 dying, I'm gettin tired of this shit
Load clips, cock it back, ain't no time fo' me to relax
Here they come, can't run so I gotta shoot back
why sit and sell' crack, when Im grabing tha gats
Infra-red where you lay ya head, snatch you and stacks
If you wrong, but a nigga gotta eat ya hurrd?
Fuck handcuffing ya bitch, ya betta guard ya byrd
This shit hard to earn, so Im'a get it how I can
Hop in outta mini-van, knowning this tha mini mayn
Don't let me see tha gat when I'm asking tha Lord
Till I found myself broke, back to swinging my sword
Soulja when I was hooked to my ambellical cord
If I'm wrong sell backwards dat's why I'm here fo'

[Chorus]

[Outro Buck talking w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
Nigga, we thugged out (Thugged out!)
Nigga! D-Tay (And Young Buck)
Every time you see us, we thugged out!
All tha way wit it, Hell to tha back
Infra-red on our straps
Whatchu wann' do nigga? (Whatchu wann' do?)
Whatchu gon' do nigga? (What, What, What, Huh?)
We thugged out